Never a dull moment…

When Summer Freezes

There are carefree days of childhood left to enjoy. Trees to climb and knees to scrape, bikes and bubbles and building forts. There’s still time to enjoy sticky cotton candy and salt water taffy, and it’s ok if you want to color, too.

There’s no rush here, no need to hurry up and be all mature.

In fact, can we just freeze these moments and really soak them in?

Time hiccups and I revel in the moment, you all happy and carefree, all giggly and silly and laughing at my jokes. We can color together or splash in the pool or paint our nails wild. We can stay up till 1 a.m. watching the opening of the Olympics, and in the morning we’ll eat more junk food for breakfast.

Show me your paper boats and lego kingdoms, tell me the coolest thing you saw on pinterest, and build your train tracks right on through the living room.

I think if it weren’t for children I’d have to be all mature, too.

Change comes inevitably down the time-line, with no mercy. “Time waits for no man” they say and we can’t really get any more of it than God has allotted.

We have only to be good stewards of it.

So if I rush you, I’m sorry.

When I don’t make time for a picnic with all of us freezing the moment together, I’m sorry.

If I put burdens on you that don’t belong in childhood and if I forget that this is the only guaranteed moment, I’m sorry.

Time is flying and only grace gives the wings fit for enjoying it.

So we’ll all give grace and live in grace and together we’ll enjoy this childhood, the one that comes in 24 hour increments.

The one too good to rush.

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Bless the LORD, O my soul; And all that is within me, bless His holy name!

Bless the LORD, O my soul, And forget not all His benefits:

Who forgives all your iniquities,

Who heals all your diseases,

Who redeems your life from destruction,

Who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies,

Who satisfies your mouth with good things, So that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

Between spring and fall…summer is the time we feel real, almost transparent.There is no need to hide our secrets, the long days seen to make all our feelings just melt out of us…a time to grow and a time to show the world that God is perfect in the way He lovingly gives us glowing sunsets and morning dew. Summer is slow…and here in the Pacific Northwest, it can feel like just a moment….one to cherish and dream about all winter long.